Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Grope for Moist Souvenirs in the Basement

The traditional five slowest days of the Blegsylvanian year start today, I've a bleggalgaze, as in not just *this* blag, it's important not to post bleggalgazes at any time but especially when I *want* to, and (update) I want to, though I will say current plans do not include compulsory cursing at Democrats in multiple variations of What Did You Fucking Expect from Motherfucking Neoliberal Corporate Warmongers, though of course I do today and will 

Also too: Last reminder that between blooger and me a blogroll got eliminated, there is a new one below Doctor Sevrin, Also too, I know I didn't remember everyone offed in the elimination, I've added the few I do, and there're totally new places to visit too, if I accidentally killed you please let me know. 

Also too, the house to our right has two new kittens, the woman who owns the house rents out rooms to people in their twenties, maskless people come and go (peaceably, quietly, this is not a complaint about loud parties until three in the morning), dozens of maskless people hold and cuddle and breathe on these kittens and these kittens immediately knew I am a cat-whisperer and want to be my buddy, they run to tell me every time I leave the house, I talk to them, don't touch them not out of fear for my health but by the request of loved ones and out of respect for the health of said loved ones, so damn, but here's *Your* Thanksgiving Olive loaf




 



DEAR TOURISTS

Johannes Göransson

Dear Tourists,

You can grope for moist souvenirs in the basement,
but you'll need patience
because nobody down there will warn you about the floor.

In the street you'll find squirrels; on my scalp, bumps.
If you want proof for the folks back home that you've surged
like a seagull, print your name and number in the bathroom.

If you want a seagull for a pet, talk to my therapist.
If you find her, tell me where she lives, and where her daughter
goes to school. If you want a piece of me, suck my dick.

If you want to sell trips to the general public, take my pulse
or my coffee-table picture-books about Italy.
If there's a house in the trees, throw up a hammer

and see what falls down. The bleeding kid isn't
the best prize and you can't return it, so be careful where
you walk when you've had a few.

If there's a nettle between your shoulder blades
and you're having trouble breathing, tell the teacher,
but don't tell her it was me cause it wasn't.

I was just watching, maybe even laughing at your gurgling sounds.
That incident belongs to somebody else's amusement park.
I don't ever want to see it again on this side of the blunt tracks.

3 comments:

  1. 1)i had never heard of this swedish american poet either - in reading about him i discovered he was interested in a genre of poetry i hadn't heard of before - gurlesque - the 2010 anthology by that title has a cover picture of an open mouth displaying a tongue

    2)with regard to one night stand i was reminded that yesterday on the way home from picking up books reserved for me at the no-contact table outside my local public library i heard, on the car radio, prince's 'little red corvette' - before that i had listened to 'happy xmas (war is over)' from john and yoko, and after it 'jamming' by bob marley and the wailers - i took the long way home to hear the whole thing

    each of these songs has a wikipedia entry which might be of interest to some

    3)as does a song i am reminded of by the poet's phrase print your name and number in the bathroom

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/867-5309/Jenny


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    1. among the things i'm thankful for is music on the radio

      as an elementary school kid in falls church virginia in the 1950s i would lie under the bedcovers at night with a transistor radio - which had a fairly strong smell, i recall - and listen to stations from new york city and boston and chicago and wheeling west virginia

      artists i recall from that time include dion and the belmonts, ricky nelson, and perry como

      Como won the 1958 Grammy Award for Best Vocal Performance, male for "Catch a Falling Star". His final Top 40 hit was a cover of Don McLean's "And I Love You So", recorded in 1973.

      may his memory be a blessing

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